Tuesday, May 21, 2013
the last book I ever read (Tenth of December by George Saunders, excerpt three)
from Tenth of December: Stories by George Saunders:
That part of town was full of castles. Inside one was a couple embracing. Inside another a woman had like nine million little Christmas houses out on a table, like she was taking inventory. Across the river the castles got smaller. By our part of town, the houses were like peasant huts. Inside one peasant hut were five kids standing perfectly still on the back of a couch. Then they all leapt off at once and their dogs went crazy.